This kind of frenzied demand has led to an extreme situation.
The food in Griffin Cliff Castle is so plentiful that it's more than they can eat, even allowing the greedy rats to have a feast.
Meanwhile, in a nearby village, a group of emaciated children, reduced to skin and bones, are cutting the flesh off dead bodies, like peeling bark from a tree, sawing with small palm-sized knives.
Initially, each of them was terrified, even sobbing softly, but soon they lacked even the strength to cry, or perhaps they had become accustomed to it, leaving only numb expressions.
Sometimes the undead would stand up.
That was their greatest threat, but to many, it was also a kind of release.
Gunter's fist clenched tightly, his expressionless eyes suppressing a fire of anger, wishing he could drag the already buried Ah Ka from the ground and kill him again with his great sword.
Letting him die like that, it was too easy for him!
